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“That’s what’s going to make it fun, Shoto! The mystery of trying to figure out just what I’ll be dressed up as for Halloween? Who knows, maybe it’ll be a little arousing, too…” Kirishima said to his longtime partner Todoroki as they finished lunch at the restaurant closest to their agency.
“I suppose that could be fun. Should I dress up as well? I have never really been good with costumes or disguises.” Todoroki briefly thought back to their first year at UA when they had rescued Bakugou, donning disguises to blend in with the crowd at Kamino Ward. He hadn’t had any interest in dressing up since then. Halloween had never been a celebrated holiday for his family, but it seemed to make Kirishima happy, so he was willing to join in on whatever his boyfriend had in mind.
“No, not if you won’t be comfortable, babe. Besides, I want you to focus on spotting me. You’ll never be able to guess who I’ll be! Well, our break is almost over, we should get back to our patrols. I’ll be off earlier than you, so just meet me at the party after your shift ends.” Kirishima stood up from their table, Todoroki following suit as the redhead left a light peck against Todoroki’s cheek, flashed his toothy grin and waved goodbye. Todoroki blushed a shade nearly matching his own hair as he touched his fingers to his face.
Midoriya was seated two tables away, close enough to hear the conversation. Single, he hadn’t planned on going to the Bakugou family’s Halloween party. But after hearing the happy couple’s plans for the evening, Midoriya thought that maybe it wouldn’t be that bad to go after all.
“Wow, so many great costumes, right, Midoriya? Aren’t you glad you decided to come along?” Kirishima draped his arm over Midoriya's shoulder as he sipped his third mixed drink. Midoriya was amused and surprised by the costume that Kirishima had chosen. The big, bulky hero had somehow managed to tuck and squeeze himself into a racy version of the rated R hero, Midnight’s hero costume.
“I can’t believe you went with that costume, Kirishima. You look great, though! But why Midnight?”
Kirishima smiled through the glossy lipstick, wearing false teeth caps to hide his shark-like teeth. “I really wanted to make it hard for Todoroki to figure out who I was, and I’ve always respected Midnight’s… err… aesthetic. Mina did an amazing job with the makeup, didn’t she? I have to say, my feet are killing me in these heels. How does Midnight manage to fight villains in these things?”
Laughing him off, Midoriya nodded, “yeah, the whole outfit is really convincing, Kirishima. I’m sure Todoroki will be in for a surprise.”
Finishing his drink, Kirishima stared into the bottom of the empty glass for a moment, his stance a little wobbly. “Hey, I think I’m gonna head upstairs for a bit. When you see him come in, can you tell Todoroki to meet me upstairs, the first room on the left?”
“Sure thing, you should probably slow down on the drinks, you don’t want your night to end too soon,” Midoriya said, showing concern for his friend and fellow hero.
“Good point, but Bakubro is just sooo good at making them, ya know? See you later, Midoriya!” Kirishima hugged him a little too tightly before making his way up the main staircase, pausing less than halfway up to step out of the high heels and carry them the rest of the way to the next floor.
Watching until he disappeared from view, Midoriya’s smile faded, replaced quickly with determination. He made his way to the bar, where Bakugou was pouring drinks. His hair slicked back with a ridiculous amount of grease, he wore a tight black tshirt under a black leather jacket.
“Are you an American gang member, Kacchan?”
Bakugou stared daggers through Midoriya before answering, “It’s a fucking couples costume. Uraraka wanted to go as some chick from the movie ‘Grease’ and said I needed to be the boyfriend.”
“Oh yeah, I remember that movie, you make a convincing greaser, Kacchan.”
“If you’re not getting something to drink then fuck off, nerd. The hag’s watching and if she gets on my shit again I’m going to blast a hole through this bar.”
Straightening up and pulling the strap of his backpack further onto his shoulder, Midoriya replied, “Oh yeah, of course! I’ll take something strong, then. Like, uh, whiskey?”
“Geez you’re fucking useless. Here,” Bakugou set down a rocks glass, swiftly filled it with ice before tipping a bottle full of brown liquor into it. “If you make an ass outta yourself, don’t blame me.”
Picking up the drink, Midoriya bowed his head, “Thanks Kacchan, and I won’t do anything embarrassing, I promise!”
“Yeah, whatever. Okay, who was fucking next?” Bakugou yelled out as he dismissed Midoriya.
Taking a sip, Midoriya’s face twisted in shock at the bitterly strong taste. But for what he was intending to do, he was going to need a good dose of liquid courage.
Todoroki arrived and wandered around the party, exhausted from his day. The last call had been stressful; a domestic violence issue that brought with it some old memories that he wished hadn’t been dredged up. He made his way to the bar, hoping to unwind with something stronger than tea.
“You look like shit, IcyHot. Bad day?”
“Yeah, you could say that.”
Shaking his head, the blonde poured out a double shot of whiskey, the highest proof he had behind the counter. “You’re just as hopeless as the nerd. Take this and get that awful look off your face before you ruin everyone’s night.”
Knowing that was Bakugou’s way of showing he cared, Todoroki accepted the glass and thanked him before taking it down in two swallows. He slid the glass back, with a look that said it’d take more than that to take care of what was haunting his mind.
“The fuck… Here, just take the damn bottle if you’re that bad off,” Bakugou said as he shoved the glass and the half-empty bottle back to Todoroki.
“Have you seen Kirishima?”
“Not lately, he came over to get a few drinks earlier. You know he’s a lightweight so I didn’t make ‘em that strong.” Uraraka, her hair fixed in a 50’s style ponytail with the poodle skirt to match walked up to the bar, leaning over to give her husband a kiss on the cheek.
“Are you guys talking about Kirishima? Midoriya said that he was waiting for you upstairs. Second room on the right?”
Pouring another drink from his now-personal bottle, Todoroki tossed it back before nodding. “I see, well I probably shouldn’t keep him waiting any longer. Thank you both, this is a very nice party, Bakugou.” Taking the alcohol with him, Todoroki slipped through the crowd and towards the stairs. Having skipped dinner, the whiskey didn’t take long to numb his senses. He gripped the railing at the steps a little too tightly as he ascended to the second floor.
“Second room… right.” Todoroki knocked on the door before entering. He found a bunny waiting for him, sprawled across the bed on his stomach. Long, muscular legs swung in the air behind him as the fluffy stockings ended around thick thighs. The black leather corset cinched the waist, giving them a sloping hourglass silhouette. Black satin panties lined with lace covered his ass, the fluffy white bunny tail a stark contrast there. Long sleeves accentuated the taut muscles beneath, ending in black fur gloves. Their face half-hidden beneath a bunny masquerade mask, with a cute pink felt nose with soft whiskers on either side. The only part exposed was their mouth, bright red to stand out against the black. Finishing the costume was the headband sporting floppy black rabbit ears.
“About time you got here, master.”
Blinking several times, Todoroki’s vision still hadn’t quite cleared enough, but he couldn’t stop staring at the sexy bunny that now leaned back on his knees, revealing the front of his costume.
“Master?”
Sexy Bunny slid across the bed toward Todoroki. “Yes, this little bunny has been waiting for its master for an achingly long time,” he said as he seductively slid his palm down his torso and disappeared it between his thighs. “You look tired, why don’t you let me take care of you now.”
Todoroki took the paw offered by his Sexy Bunny, still amazed at how stunning Kirishima looked. “You were right, I never would have guessed this to be you. You look so hot, Eiji—”
“Master,” the Bunny interrupted, “the less words the better, right?” He pulled Todoroki onto the bed, laying him out on his back. Straddling him, Sexy Bunny leaned over, lips hovering over Todoroki’s for a moment before pressing them together. Perhaps it was the liquor, or the way Kirishima was disguised, but Todoroki felt something different in his kiss. There was urgency, passion, raw need. It fueled his thirst for more as he rested his hands against the Bunny’s waist, kneading into the leather, their kiss evolved deeper as their tongues involved themselves.
Todoroki noticed as his hands wandered over his Bunny, the little cottontail wasn’t just for show. When his hand ghosted over it, the tail hadn’t given any movement at all. It wasn’t just resting on top of the shimmery fabric of the underwear, but went through it. Pressing a finger through the small hole, Todoroki found warm silicone penetrating Bunny’s ass.
“Did you plug yourself to get ready for me?”
Leaning down, Bunny whispered in Todoroki’s ear, “I shouldn’t leave Master waiting, right?”
His lust now burning hot, Todoroki ripped through the panties and firmly gripped the Bunny’s tail in the palm of his hand. Twisting slightly, he worked the toy out, the lube that Bunny used made the task easier. Bunny whined softly as Todoroki tossed it aside and quickly fought to free his throbbing cock from his pants. He hadn’t been expecting this kind of bedroom play, especially not outside of their own home. No wonder Kirishima had been so interested in this costume party. Grinding his bare ass down over Todoroki’s cock now, Sexy Bunny grew desperate to be filled once again.
Arching his back, Bunny lined his ass up to Todoroki and sunk himself down slowly. Todoroki’s eyes screwed shut as the heat surrounded his cock. Now fully seated, Bunny rocked his hips, riding Todoroki as he moaned deeply from the motion.
“Fuck, Eijirou…” Todoroki gripped his hands against the leather at his hips to steady himself as he thrust up into him. As his Bunny leaned back, Todoroki showed no restraint as he drove himself in deeper, giving his disguised partner even more reason to whine with pleasure. Drunk on more than whiskey, Todoroki’s voice grew louder, “God, Eijirou! Don’t stop… Eijirou!”
Furry fingertips pressed against Todoroki’s lips as Bunny leaned forward. “Shh, stop it. Don’t keep calling out that name. Just let me have this without reminding me of him, Shoto. Please.” Bunny’s pace quickened as he could see through the lust that Todoroki was growing suspicious. The time he had left for this fantasy was running out faster than he’d wanted.
The door swung open suddenly, bringing more light into the room, exposing the two fucking on the guest bed, though they were both too feverishly close to finishing to stop.
“I can hear my name from across the hall, just who’s yelling…” Kirishima, still dressed as Midnight froze as he realized what was going on. Todoroki laying there before him, being ridden hard by someone else. Holding someone else. “Sho… You… That’s not me, how fucked up are you to do that, knowing it isn’t me?!” Tears ruined the carefully applied makeup as Kirishima ran from the room.
“Wait, Eijirou? Then who…"
Bunny tried to keep going, leaning over Todoroki once more, “We don’t have to stop. With us being this close now, do you still love him? Wasn’t this more exciting? New? I’ve wanted you for so long, Shoto. So long."
Todoroki’s eyes grew wide in horror as the reality of his mistake had sunk in. Losing all desire to finish, he tossed Bunny off of him, letting him fall carelessly to the floor, mask breaking as Midoriya was revealed to be the man behind it.
“Midoriya… What the…” Urgently getting to his feet and pulling his pants back up, Todoroki’s face twisted with anguish as he stepped past Midoriya and took off to follow Kirishima. The sudden silence hit Midoriya hard as the cold floor permeated his naked body.
“I suppose that means you do still love him.”